Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I am the daughter of two refugees and it is very hard to throw away food, especially when a gift. Yesterday a dear friend brought consolation pastries to help heal my ankle after a fall. I ate them, or we ate them with herbal tea.
I have mixed feelings about wasting food and disrespecting gifts. After all, doesn't a maintenance plan allow for the occasional departure from healthier choices? It does.
It did not cause me to crave more sugar, but the following day I felt icky and really blue. I cried listening to fado and there was also some mega-crankiness with emails and phone calls. I really think there is a refined sugar-mood swing connection.
Well, in the afternoon I had a short thought of coca cola that passed quickly, and then thought "I could learn to enjoy iced unsweetened tea with flatbread/puzza" - tonight I have iced fairtrade rooibos with bluberries and though tart, has such glorious fruitiness.
I like my friend and his oldworld way of showing care. I am glad I enjoyed the pastries without too much angst. Maybe one day, I can look at a pastry in my home and say...eh take one bite and then pick up a piece of fruit.